The fingerprints don't come down very quickly.
At least from a visual point of view, the process of that golden giant palm descending from the sky can even make people see every ravine in the palm prints.
But Lingyuan knows that speed has never been the focus of this thing.
The point is, it can't be stopped.
When the off-white shield wall touched the edge of the handprint, it had the same fate as the snowflakes touching the hot oil. It began to evaporate from the contact surface at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even a splash.
What are the Destruction rules for Lingyuan?
It is the ultimate Law that erases existence.
He flicked his fingers with this thing, and Tongtian Nezha Kong Xuan couldn't stop it even if they tried their best.
And now, his Destruction rule itself has been erased.
"How is that possible?"
When these three words were squeezed out of Lingyuan's throat, the sound had already changed its shape.
The tall, slender gray-grey old man made the secrets faster. Primordial Beginning Forbidden Art and Runes flew out from his body and stuck densely on the surface of the handprint, trying to block its trajectory.
Runes shredded within less than half a breath of light, like a piece of paper stuck to a hot iron plate, with the corners rolled up and then turned into ashes.
The short, fat old man's small black tower flew directly below the handprint, all nine seals were opened, and a black beam of light shot out from the top of the tower straight into the center of the handprint.
The black beam of light hit the golden palm.
The tower was broken.
The nine floors, starting from the top, collapsed one by one. There was a muffled sound with each layer. After the nine muffled sounds, the heavenly treasure that had been passed down for unknown ages turned into black debris scattered all over the sky.
A mouthful of black blood came out of the corner of the short, fat old man's mouth, and he staggered back three steps.
"Brother! I can't take this thing!"
"I know!" Lingyuan's voice cracked.
It's not that he doesn't want to run.
He can't run away.
The handprints haven't fallen on them yet, but the area covered by the handprints has locked the entire space in the core area of Primordial Beginning Origin Land. Even the cracks in Chaos Abyss have been filled with golden light, sealing everything from the way in to the way out.
Yang Jian knelt in the void in the distance, looking up at the handprint.
His eyes passed through the golden light and landed on the figure wearing old robes directly above the handprints.
Master stood there with the palm of his right hand facing down, his posture even somewhat casual, as if he was patting ashes on the table.
With just such a casual palm, the three Sacrificial Dao Realm things combined couldn't even hold a single breath.
"This is the way of Master." Yang Jian murmured, not knowing who he was talking to.
Tongtian heard it.
He didn't say anything, just put Qingping Sword back into its scabbard and stood there watching.
Continue to press the fingerprint.
Lingyuan is no longer struggling.
He knelt in the void, looked up at the giant golden palm that could cover the entire Star Domain, and squeezed out the last expression on his withered face.
"Your Excellency, Primordial Beginning Origin Land is willing to surrender."
Gu Changqing's hand didn't stop.
"When you pointed that finger at my brother just now, did he say surrender?"
Lingyuan's mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Golden handprints crushed his body.
There was no explosion.
Lingyuan's body, starting from the top of his head, peeled off layer by layer like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind. The gray-white particles detached from the surface of his skin, floated into the golden light, and disappeared.
Not death.
More complete than death.
His Primordial Spirit is breaking, his Karma is breaking, and his Cultivation is retreating, from the Sacrificial Dao Realm to Immortal Emperor, from Immortal Emperor to Immortal Venerable, and from Immortal Venerable to Immortal King.
Every time he retreats a level, his body becomes smaller and his aura becomes weaker.
After retreating to the end, there was only a gray shadow the size of a baby left in the void, which was his most primitive Primordial Spirit prototype.
The handprint did not let go of the shadow.
Wrapped in golden light, the shadow shattered into pieces, leaving no fragments behind.
Lingyuan, Sacrificial Dao of Primordial Beginning Origin Land, Ancestor, were erased from Timeline of Multi-Universe.
The green-gray old man and the dark red old man watched the dissipation process of Lingyuan and saw it clearly.
The tall and thin one's legs went weak, but he still managed to keep his knees up.
The short and fat one was already on his knees, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was chanting sutras or begging for mercy.
The handprints turned towards them.
"Your Excellency, spare your life!"
The short, fat old man's voice was so shrill that the light in Mung Bean's eyes almost disappeared.
"We are willing to give Primordial Beginning Origin Land all Inheritance!"
The tall and thin old man also spoke, his glaucoma eyes filled with fear.
"Pangu is the mastermind behind Lingyuan! The two of us were just coerced into participating!"
Gu Changqing glanced down at them.
That look in his eyes was very light, so light that there was no emotion in it.
"Yang Jian."
Yang Jian raised his head.
"Master."
"Do you think we should spare them?"
Yang Jian glanced at the two old guys kneeling in the golden light, then looked at Heavenly Dipper Battle Armor, which was broken into pieces of iron, and Pangu Axe Fragment, which was completely destroyed on his left hand.
"The disciple almost died in their hands."
"Then I won't forgive you."
Gu Changqing The palm of his hand sank half an inch.
The power of the mudra is instantly doubled.
The tall and thin old man's Primordial Beginning Forbidden Art Runes were all shattered, and his body began to peel off like Lingyuan, turning into nothingness layer by layer.
He wanted to shout something and opened his mouth, but before the sound came out, his throat broke.
The short, fat old man struggled for the last time, and a dark red light erupted from his body. It was his last ditch effort to burn all Cultivation.
The dark red light hit the handprint without causing even a ripple.
The handprints ran over his body.
From head to toe, from inside to outside, from existence to nothingness.
An unwilling and shrill scream echoed for three breaths in Primordial Beginning Origin Land's Ruins.
After three breaths, the screams also disappeared.
Chaos became quiet.
The golden handprint slowly dissipated, returning from the sky to the palm of Gu Changqing like an ebbing tide, and finally shrunk into an invisible light spot and disappeared into the palm lines.
Primordial Beginning Origin Land core area, three Sacrificial Dao Realm Ancestor, not one left.
Not even any residue.
Gu Changqing took back his right hand, inserted it into his sleeve, and turned around to look at Ruins.
"This shabby place is even uglier than my Ruined Temple."
Nezha's voice came from far away, full of energy.
"Master, your slap was too harsh. I didn't even pick up a hair."
Gu Changqing ignored him, walked up to Yang Jian, lowered his head and looked at this disciple who was covered in injuries.
Yang Jian supported Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Saber and stood, standing crookedly, but standing.
"Master, my disciple is incompetent, please do it yourself."
Gu Changqing reached out and patted him on the head, but the force was not strong.
"Stop kneeling, get up, there is something else to do."
Yang Jian's knees moved. He thought about it, but his legs didn't obey him.
Tongtian flew over from the side and grabbed Yang Jian's arm.
Gu Changqing turned around and looked at the completely collapsed crack of Primordial Beginning Origin Land Abyss. There was something beating weakly at the bottom of the crack.
Not the breath of life.
It's something more ancient.
"Ding, it has been detected that there are ancient seal residues in Primordial Beginning Origin Land core Abyss. The inside of the seal is suspected to be Chaos Origin Fragment. Do you want to extract it?"
Gu Changqing's eyelids raised.
"Pangu finally found what he lost back then."